40 WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT.

  

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enough to work; I am afraid you are
inclined to be lazy.”

“No, indeed, sir,” said Dick to him,
“that is not the case, for I would work
with all my heart, but I do not know
anybody, and I believe I am very sick
for the want of food.” ‘‘ Poor fellow,
get up; let me see what ails you.”

Dick now tried to rise, but was obliged
to lie down again, being too weak to
stand, for he had not eaten any food for
three days, and was no longer able to
run about and beg a halfpenny of people
in the street. So the kind merchant
ordered him to be taken into the house,
and have a good dinner given him, and